This Christmas I'll Burn It To The Ground!

He had been in and out of pack lands for some time since the encounter with Corvus. He hadn't really talked to anyone since. Instead, he had been coming around to do whatever duties he had here and there so as not to raise any suspicion for his prolonged absences. Not just that, but he knew Acere would likely notice the change in his attitude if he stuck around too long, and he didn't really feel like being questioned or like his uncle might try to "help" him. The same went for his brother, Casso and his sister Actaea. Although Ignis loved his siblings...he just couldn't bring himself to tell them what was going on for fear that they'd tell their uncle. In the end, Ignis decided to just accept his new mindset. The voice that spoke to him. The change in his psyche. He had succumbed to it all. What was the point in trying to fight it anymore? He was tired of trying to hide his true self. Tired of fighting against what felt so natural now. And thanks to Corvus...he finally felt like his true self. He had discovered the part of him that he didn't even know existed until that day on the cliffs.

"It's time." He stood at the base of the ship. But when he heard those words, he took the first step onto the ship and made his way to the bow where meetings were held. He felt like stone as he walked. Each step bringing him closer to the truth in his mind. His Uncle had been a strong leader. But when he passed the torch to Winter, Ignis felt like she wasn't suitable for the position. She was weak compared to him. He hadn't said anything against it then, but today she would know. They all would. Acere was too old to take up leadership again, and Winter was too young and too naive to know what it was like to be a true leader. Nobody else seemed to care to challenge for anything. Their ambitions too misguided as they just fell into the status quo of things. Too soft for his taste. He had started to get that way too...until he realized it wasn't the kind of life he wanted to live.

He reached the place where everyone usually gathered. Blood red gaze looking over the territory for a few moments before he threw his head back and issued a challenge to Winterfell's alpha. Would she cower to him? Or try to defend her place? Would his uncle try to stop him? He wouldn't put it past him. But Acere had no chance to stop him. None of them did. Today, they would see his true colors.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think ---- "Blödhgarm"